Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

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“Do you?” His voice is low and rough in my ear. His words spin a web I want to get captured in. “Because you aren’t seeing what I see.”

“What do you see?” I flick my gaze over my reflection. The dress and jewelry are stunning. The makeup artist and hair stylist did a fantastic job. But even with me styled to be a perfect image of myself, I have never felt more beautiful than when I’m laid bare before these men and they devour me.

But it’s not my reflection that keeps drawing my gaze. It’s his. He’s gorgeous. His dark hair brushes the shoulders of his tux. Tonight I can tell he belongs in this world of decadence and richness. Fuck, he looks like he created this world.

When I meet his fierce light blue eyes, they tug at something primal in me. Something wanton that only needs his touch to survive.

His fingers grip my chin and tip it up. The noise of the crowd is lower here. His words are soft. “There’s strength in the column of your neck.” His other hand draws light lines down it, making tingles course through my veins. “Even with it damaged, you held yourself like a queen. I’ve been waiting for weeks to mark this neck with my mouth and teeth, claiming it as mine. It’s a shame I had to wait so long.”

I tremble against him, for him. My insides are on fire, wanting his words, craving his touch.

His fingers toy with the diamond necklace. “These clothes and these jewels make you uncomfortable, but you aren’t playing dress-up, sweetheart. You own everything that touches your body. It radiates out from you. They only sparkle because of your light.”

“The diamonds are yours.” I don’t want them to think I need all this. I don’t. Strip me of the diamonds and the gorgeous clothing, and I’m still who I’ve always been. Just Madison, a smart girl from the farmlands who managed to make it out. I want to create my own wealth and buy myself all these gorgeous things.

The only thing I want from them is them.

“But tonight you shine brighter than them, goddess. If Hope hadn’t been there, I would have taken you into the bedroom and worshipped every inch of you.” His fingers tangle in the diamonds. “These are just rocks. Beautiful, very expensive rocks. But you are divine.”

His hand slides down the strap of my dress and beneath the silk to cup my bare breast. I gasp as flames lick at me. When I try to turn my head to see if anyone can see us, he holds my chin still and presses against me. What would happen if someone saw? Would we get kicked out? He rubs his thumb over my tightening tip, making my thighs clench together as need trembles through me.

“Your breasts make me want to spend hours touching, sucking, licking them. The sounds you make when I take them in my mouth make my cock harder than it’s ever been. They drive me to distraction.”

I swallow at the desire welling within me. My knees feel weak, and I’m grateful he’s holding me up.

“I want to mark every inch of your body so everyone knows it’s mine.” His lips brush against my shoulder. Sparks cascade inside me as I let out a shuddering breath. He massages my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers.

“Coop,” I breathe out. We’re in the middle of a hallway at a very public event, but he’s turning me on to the point where I won’t care if anyone sees us. As long as he fulfills the dark promise in his eyes.

My hands grasp his hips behind mine, holding on to the one concrete thing in this world.

“Do you see it yet, goddess?” he whispers against my ear. “Do you see why I fall at your feet to worship you? How I don’t care if anyone witnesses me dying at your altar?”

I shiver against him again. His hand keeps my chin still, forcing me to watch as he strokes my breast beneath my dress. I’m on fire. So wet and ready for him. Aching need pulses between my legs.

“I could spend years worshipping this body and never get enough of you.” He draws his hand out of my dress and I whimper, wanting it back. Afraid he’ll leave me like this. A trembling mass of need. “Shh, goddess, let me make you soar.”

His mouth latches onto the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. I forget everything around us as I watch his hand lower in the mirror. My dress slides against my legs slowly as he lifts it, just enough to allow his hand to slide underneath. Each ripple of silk against my legs is another teasing stroke from him.

He touches my bare thigh and fire rages inside me, blocking everything out except his breath against my skin.

“Let me worship you.” His words douse the flames with kerosene, stoking it higher, letting me burn. His fingers leave sparks in their wake as they make their way to my center.

“Coop,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

His fingers pause. “Look at yourself, goddess. See what I see.”

I open my eyes as his fingers tease my clit.

“Fuck.” Coop’s breath grazes my bare neck. “I hoped you wouldn’t wear panties.”

I pant out a breath. “Lines.”

“Watch.” His command makes my eyes lock on us in the mirror. He’s curled around me as he sucks, licks, and bites on my shoulder. His hand shifts beneath my skirt, and his thick fingers slide into me.

I gasp and meet my own eyes in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed as he strokes in and out of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb, winding me so tight. I can’t turn my head with the grip he has. My lips part as I roll my hips with him.

“That’s it, goddess. Answer my prayers.”


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